JUST WAITING to SPRING

 "In the spring I have counted 136 kinds of weather inside of 24 hours...." -Mark Twain

 Spring arrives, for real, on Wednesday, March 20th this year.

 It's like Christmas to me. Except no fruitcake to make.

 The snow , still lying around, keeps it real. For a time.  Cats paws in the snow paddy pawing around the yard.

 The wind bites. Ice still forms on the water basins set out for passing deer. And passing cats.

 My father died in March, just after the arrival of spring. It was many,many years ago.

Smokey

 But I remember the wind howling, the snow swirling, and the rain pounding.

 Then the years passed. Many more March days swept by.

 Then my mother died, many, many years ago as well. In March. The same day as my father died, twenty years before. 

 And the wind howled a bit. The rains fell. And some things started to bloom.

  March still goes in and out like a  lamb or a lion.

 Under that snow. Under that mud. Under the frost.

 Is something NEW just waiting .........just waiting to spring.

 “Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?"...
"It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine...” ― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

 Photographs 2019